Past When I was younger I had this blackboard/magnetic board that could hold alphabetic letters and numbers at my mom-moms house in the spare bedroom where I used to sleep. Whenever I would sleep over I would gather all my stuffed animals onto my bed and pretend I was a teacher, I would teach them how to spell and count and draw and write and I would pretend to have them go up to the board and do it themselves. I guess I get my "teaching" genes from my daddy who is also a teacher, but for high schoolers. Once a year, usually around April, my dad would take me to his school on "Take Your Daughter to Work Day" and show me all the tips and tricks on how to teach, I adored it and his students adored me. For each class he had I would be allowed to teach the class for 5-10 minutes while they followed along with what I was doing, occasionally asking questions. During lunch my dad would take me to the teachers lounge and I would sit at the big tables and gossip with all the girl teachers about how their day was and pretend just like I was one of them! I would tell them all about how my "10 minutes" was as if I were teaching forever. Then after lunch my dad would go back to teaching and we would leave for the day, and I would count down the days until I next could go. For the mean time I enjoyed teaching my stuffed animals and did it on almost a daily basis.
Present
Growing up I always looked at my dad as a role model, the way he went about things in a "teachery" kind of way really impacted how I looked at things. Though, from ages 5-15 I grew up and started growing my options out of what I wanted to be when I grew up. Come Freshman year of high school I told myself that I would be an awesome counselor, so I went off of that dream. Once junior year had hit and I had no choice but to transfer over to the school where he worked out, really got me thinking though. I was given this chance to try out along with 200 other students (juniors) for a program called Peer Group Connections, aka PGC, through this application process the current seniors in the class were the interviewers rather than the teachers themselves. Though everybody knew me as Juhas' daughter, the seniors knew who and what they wanted to take their seats when they left and I was chosen along with 23 others. There were 12 boys and 12 girls, each was given a co-leader of the different gender and 10 freshmen come senior year. With our 10 freshmen we each were given our own class room and every Thursday we had to have lessons ready along with icebreakers to get them comfortable. Throughout the rest of the week we had to build our schedule around them, if they needed us we were there and our teachers would let us out. My "co-leader" wasn't the best, so I pretty much dropped him and did all of the work myself, which frustrated me deeply. I also wasn't the best at mediation's, so I crossed my dream of being a counselor off of the list and went back to the idea of teaching, since I was really good with coming up with the lessons and icebreakers every Thursday. I chose to be a teacher, but not for high schoolers... I decided to become an Early Ed. Teacher. Other than PGC I was my daddy's secretary along with another teachers secretary and I worked throughout the whole school... aka I had an awesome senior year.
Future
My daddy has had a huge impact throughout my 19 years of life, and in the future I would like him to help me set up my classrooms for a change.
When I was younger I had this blackboard/magnetic board that could hold alphabetic letters and numbers at my mom-moms house in the spare bedroom where I used to sleep. Whenever I would sleep over I would gather all my stuffed animals onto my bed and pretend I was a teacher, I would teach them how to spell and count and draw and write and I would pretend to have them go up to the board and do it themselves. I guess I get my "teaching" genes from my daddy who is also a teacher, but for high schoolers. Once a year, usually around April, my dad would take me to his school on "Take Your Daughter to Work Day" and show me all the tips and tricks on how to teach, I adored it and his students adored me. For each class he had I would be allowed to teach the class for 5-10 minutes while they followed along with what I was doing, occasionally asking questions. During lunch my dad would take me to the teachers lounge and I would sit at the big tables and gossip with all the girl teachers about how their day was and pretend just like I was one of them! I would tell them all about how my "10 minutes" was as if I were teaching forever. Then after lunch my dad would go back to teaching and we would leave for the day, and I would count down the days until I next could go. For the mean time I enjoyed teaching my stuffed animals and did it on almost a daily basis.
Present
Growing up I always looked at my dad as a role model, the way he went about things in a "teachery" kind of way really impacted how I looked at things. Though, from ages 5-15 I grew up and started growing my options out of what I wanted to be when I grew up. Come Freshman year of high school I told myself that I would be an awesome counselor, so I went off of that dream. Once junior year had hit and I had no choice but to transfer over to the school where he worked out, really got me thinking though. I was given this chance to try out along with 200 other students (juniors) for a program called Peer Group Connections, aka PGC, through this application process the current seniors in the class were the interviewers rather than the teachers themselves. Though everybody knew me as Juhas' daughter, the seniors knew who and what they wanted to take their seats when they left and I was chosen along with 23 others. There were 12 boys and 12 girls, each was given a co-leader of the different gender and 10 freshmen come senior year. With our 10 freshmen we each were given our own class room and every Thursday we had to have lessons ready along with icebreakers to get them comfortable. Throughout the rest of the week we had to build our schedule around them, if they needed us we were there and our teachers would let us out. My "co-leader" wasn't the best, so I pretty much dropped him and did all of the work myself, which frustrated me deeply. I also wasn't the best at mediation's, so I crossed my dream of being a counselor off of the list and went back to the idea of teaching, since I was really good with coming up with the lessons and icebreakers every Thursday. I chose to be a teacher, but not for high schoolers... I decided to become an Early Ed. Teacher. Other than PGC I was my daddy's secretary along with another teachers secretary and I worked throughout the whole school... aka I had an awesome senior year.
Future
My daddy has had a huge impact throughout my 19 years of life, and in the future I would like him to help me set up my classrooms for a change.